LYNN PICTURES 



BY 



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JAMES JEFFREY, 



WITH DESIGNS AND ENGRAVINGS BY THE AUTHOR. 




LYNN : 
JEFFREY & LAW, PRINTERS, 
1880. 



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JA.ME.S JEFFREY^ 



ALONG THE SHORE. 

A Sea l/('7L'. 

Alono' ihe Shore. 

The hnu gre.en iiitirshes of fhe sea. 

The Harbor. 

S7aa//o7vs. 

The Beach '^ loohing south. 

The Beach; looking north. 

The Moonlit Sea. 

Red Rock. 

Swanipscott from King's Beach. 

Ki7ig''s Beach frojn Red Rock. 

Wave. 



MISCELLANE O US. 

View from High Rock. 

Ocean Street. 

Floating Bridge. 

Flax Pond. 

Sketch., 

Lover s Leap. 

Pirates' Glen. 

Road to Diimreon Rock. 

Dungeon Rock. 

Sketch in Lynn Woods. 

LTNNMERE. 

Gate way. 

The Drive. 

Squirrels. 

Taiighd copse zujod ivays. 

The Lake. 

Birds. 

The Mansion.. 



INTRODUCTIOX. 

Few cities or towns have so many attractive places 
as Lynn; and to illustrate some of them is the object of 
this little book. The scope of the work does not ad- 
mit of an elaborate description of each spot, not an ex- 
tended review of Historical facts and traditions: but it 
is merely an attempt to portray the places mentioned, in 
a simple manner. 

Lvnnmere is situated near the Floating;' Bridjje on the 
Salem and Boston turnpike; here is the summer resi- 
dence of the widow of the late Hon. Richard S. Fay. 

Here nature and art combined, has produced a stop 
which is verv beautiful. 




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Along the shore close beside the e\er restless sea, 
the low green marshes stretch away to where the bold 
head lands of Revere break the long line of sandy beach. 
And spreading inland to where the Avooded hills of Sau- 
gus' rocky surface rolls, where hazy distance lends an 
untold beauty to the view. But jiorijeousis the sig^ht when 




setting sun, spreads in the western sky a misty web of 
golden threads and tinges with its luie the surface of 
the winding river, as it wends its wav among the many 
stacks of hay. And wider spreading until it linall\- emp- 
ties into the harbor : here merry oarsmen hale and strong, 
shoot with brown arms their light skiffs over the water. 
Here white winged yachts go to and fro as if thev knew 
not where to go, like swallows hither, thither flying. 





Fair beach ! when summer sunshine warms the earth 
and lapsing waves do kiss thee; 'tis then a stroll along 
thy way, is like a dream of other lands. We sec the merry 
bathers battling with the breakers, and si ips so slowly 
glide along the horizon. We see the gulls soar away on 




high and white -capped waves hish the rocky shores of 
gay Nahant. But when the fiery shafts of heaven shoot 
athwart the i.ky and rumbHn^( thunder shakes the rocks 
and howHng wind sweeps fror.i the east, 'tis then the 
angry waves lash thy shore as if they would drown thee. 
Or when the moon comes out the sea and its soit rays 
play with the restless waves, then lovers arm in arm and 
heart to heart stroll along thv sand}- way, enjoying the 
beauties of the moonlit sea. 





RED ROCK. 




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Red Rock is a place 
where dreamers love to sit: and 
all who lo^"c the sound of the rest- 
less waves as they dash upon the 
jaofo-ed rocks. On either hand 
charming cottages are dotted along 
the shore ; with their smooth lawns 
and shady nooks, they make one think that this world is 
beautiful enough. Looking farther on towards Swamp- 
scott, one sees the fishermen launching their boats getting 
read\- for a voyage to some far-off fishing grounds. 

One sits upon this rock and gazes and listens: thinks 
of the vast expanse of the ocean until his heart is ''full 



of longing for the secrets of the sea/' But when the man- 
tle of night is spread o'er all and softl}" the sound of the 
city bells come stealing through the air, they sing again 
the poet's song. 

"O curfew of the setting sun! O bells of Lynn! 
O requiem of the dying day! O bells of Lynn ! 
Borne on the evening wind across the crimson 
twilight, 
O'er land and sea they rise and fall, () bells of Lynn!" 




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HIGH ROCK. 



HIGH ROCK. 

Ah! wliut u sight here meets our eyes; before us lies 
the <>rand old oeean and at our feet the town with its 
many w indin^- streets. Far away to the westward like 
a brilliant star, shines the gilded dome of the state-house 
and piereing the sk\" the monument of Bunker Hill. 

To the south the distant headlands of the bay darken 
the horizon, while near at hand like an Eden set in the 
sea is Nahant, and Egg Roek with its white light-house. 

Not far avva\' lies beautiful Swampseott and the tish- 
ing vessels moored otl'the shore. Eastward as far as the 
eye can reach we see Cape Ann in the misty distance 
and Marblehead's spires in bold relief against the sky; 
while northward, rockv knolls and wooded hills stretch 
for miles a\\'a\'. 




OCEAN STREET. 

This beautiful avenue, running from Nahant Street to 
Swampscott, is the finest drive in the city. Upon each 
side are the houses of wealthy citizens and summer res- 
idents. A ride through this avenue in the summer is ex- 
tremely beautiful. The smooth lawns, the half hidden 
cottages among the trees, the sound of the breakers 
washing the shore and an occasional glimpse of the blue 
ocean as we glide along the smooth road, fill the heart 
with admiration. 




I'^loating bridge, sit- 
.r.itcd on the Salem 



and Boston turnpike, extends across a beautiful sheet of 
water known as Glenmere pond which is surrounded 
for the most part by wooded shores, except on the north 
and east; where the land rises in gentle slopes from 
the water and where a few weather beaten cottages add 
to the picturcsqueness of the scene. 



Lake Wcniichusor Flax Pond, al- 
though somewhat disfigured by ice- 
houses on its shores, still retains some 
^^ of its natural beauties. Here bathers 
^ who prefer fresh to salt water, lave 




themsehxs during the warm suiniiiLr 
evenings. And those who prefer to 
sail or row upon the lake, pass their 
leisure time plowing its smooth or 
slightly ruffled surface. But when 



winter with frosty fingers spreads a glossv sheet over the 
lake, then the youtli of both sexes enjo}- themselves with 
the health}- sport of skating. 




LOVER'S LEAP. 



since Addison wrote the 
translation of the Greek 
manuscript giving a short 
history of the Lover's Leap 
upon the promontory of Leu- 
cate. it is surprising to sej 
how many places have been 
named after that far famed 
spot. But thanks to heaven! 
very few of them have found 
lovers foolish enough to leap 
from their dizzy heights , and 
we are happy to say, that no 
Sappho nor Hesperus has 
leaped from this beautiful 
eminence. Located upon 
the fine estate known as Lin- 
wood, its surroundings are 
very beautiful. 




PIRATES^ GLEN 

AND 

DUNGEON ROCK. 




In this 

lone spot, 

tradition in- 

brms us, there 

about the micl- 

7th. century, a 

Here they 

some time unmo- 

nallyall except 

mberwerecap- 

; penalty they 

ted out to them. 

well worth 



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crcred rocks 



re on the one 

thickly wooded 

other and on the 

dismal swamp. 



through whose dense foliage the eye cannot penetrate 
but a few feet, combine to form a solitary scene. In 
connection with the surroundings, the thoughts of pirates 
crowding the mind, the scene is indescribably lonesome. 

One tries to dispel these 
thoughts; especially if he is 
alone in the late afternoon, 
when the tall pines throw- 
shadows that have no end. 

A feeling of dread steals 
over vou, until it is almost 
unbearable and you retire 
leaving the thoughts of pi- 
rates and their bloody work. 

DUNGEON ROCK. 

In the year 1658, an earth- 
quake took place that up- 




heaved this rock and it said that the pirate ^vho escap- 
ed from the glen was buried alive. Tradition tells of 
treasure buried here: and in hopes it may be ibund, tlu- 
present excavation has been made. But it is not a Iruit- 
less job, for the income from the curious who visit the 




spot, leave more money than will be likel\ to be lound 
in the bowels of the rock. The scenery from the top of 
the rock is extremely wild. Like a sea of wa^■in,<^^ crreen, 
for miles the landscape stretches away; and in the dis- 
tance can be seen the outline of the blue Atlantic. 




Ah Lvnnmere ! with th\- sylvan shades 
Thv phicid hike and sunnv glades : 

■Tis here on sultry summer days 

I love to stroll along thy ways 

And with lair nature seek to praise 
The Maker of such heavenly days. 



In leafy arches oxerhead 

The ivy with the oak is wed . 
The hickory with the maple tvyine 




In man\- a fantastic line, 
Tntil their branches shut from xiew 

The broad expanse ot" heaven's bright blue. 




Here squirrels skip from limb to limb 

And with their chirp the green woods ring 

While near at hand the jay bird's cry 
Startles one iVom his re\ er}' ; 



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While hazy vistas farther on 

That tempt the footsteps all alon.s: 
And lead throue^h tangled copse wood ways 

Or where the careless brooklet strays. 
Amontr th\- shades the whispering pine 

With rustling oak and maple chime 
In murmuring tones and softly sigh 

At every breeze that passes by. 



And as these breezes go their way, 
The}- limber on the lake to play 

With lapsing ripples on the shore 

Which dance and play for ever more 

And kiss the bright and pebbly strand 
As it'thev loved this eden-land. 





As wand'ring over hill 

and dale 
And tired nature 'gins to fail , 
'Tis then with half feigned sleep I lean 
Upon thv mossv banks and dream 
Of Eden's softest shades, and hear 

The sonirs of sweet birds far and near 




While c\ cr and anon is heard 

The lowing of the distant herd. 
With plavful sparkle skims the ground 

The purling stream with siherv sound 
And lovely flowers their scents exhale: 

'Tis then the ravished senses tail, 
And really in the land of dreams 
The deity of shepherds seems 
To be the lord of all the land : 

For merry shepherds hand in hand 
To his loud piping dance and sing 

While field and wood with nuisic ring. 



